He wasn't sure why he felt the way he did. Maybe there was something in the air, or something he had eaten. Maybe he should stop living off of cold pizza and coke. Maybe he should start exercising again, using the... Running machine. Or maybe his teammate was just... Gorgeous, as humans said.

His friend had a pretty body and a beautiful face, and even if he wanted to imitate them, something he did perfectly, something went wrong. He didn't look alike. Something was missing. Something was off.

Yet, he couldn't help the butterflies on his tummy when his teammate talked to him, nor his cheeks flushing a little when they hugged. He felt happier, his morale was through the roof. His friend was a complete dream, if he was allowed to say so. He could scream it out loud, just to tell everyone his friend was the prettiest person he had ever met. He didn't, though, he was afraid of messing up their friendship.

"Hey! Uh..." He said, approaching the person he cared about the most, that was, his teammate, smiling widely and waving in a contented manner. "Um... I went out to those, uh, dispensers and I got you this. I thought you'd like it!" He added, feeling utterly proud as he handed his friend a can of soda.

Yeah, he had tried to get it out properly, but it got stuck, so he got into the vending machine and got his teammate out some... Just a few. Like fifteen cans. Just because he's a good friend. Nothing more. He's not infatuated. At all.